Georgia Keighery

Wondering about what to write here, I keep hearing my internal voice shriek “DON’T TELL THEM THAT! THEY’LL KNOW YOU’RE A FREAK!” … So, I think it’s best to begin there. At the freak.

The Ready Cycle


It always started the same way: I walked into a huge party. The party was in my honour. Of course it was. And I looked AMAZING. Of course I did. And as I flitted around the room being generally fabulous, I caught snippets of people’s conversation as I walked by. Every single chat revolved around me, and how gorgeous I looked, and how well I was doing, and how much everyone adored me. Of course they did.